In a creative mood.

So random story part since i have wanted to write this:

Shiro walks into the small room. Looking at the cluttered desk, the nameplate with "sosun" scratched off and replaced with Maro's own name. His eyes drifting over the once organized papers, the newly added stains, the chipped edges of the once perfect desk. Silently he chuckles, amazed at how much one small area can change in two weeks, and how it can fit so perfectly and seem so natural in that same time frame. Then he sighs as he also realizes how much he missed the sight for two weeks, and how much the change does hurt.

Finally his eyes lock with the eyes of the new owner. Without fear or hesitation he greets his friend, or what he hopes is still is his friend, then sets his bookbag on a chair, "So Maro, ready to talk, or not?"

"If you have come to apologize and try to get back here you are failing. If you have come to annoy me it won't matter, and you should leave." Maro says coldly, giving Shiro a level and indifferent stare.

"God damn it Maro. Shut the hell up. I won't tell you i am sorry. You know i would be insincere, and you and i both find those words petty and powerless. You know I did what i had to, and that if i had not we all would have died." Shiro exclaims angrily, not from anger to his friend, but at the situation, and at himself. Then he moves his hand from behind his back, and slams a six pack of rootbeer bottles on the desk, and adds, "But i should not have lied all these years."

"Not everyone made it either way..." Maro whispers, his words trailing off as his eyes drift towards the portrait of his mentor, his friend, his father that now hangs on the wall, bearing resemblance to the gangster and mafia movies that he enjoys.

Then he looks at the bottles, and gets one for himself and Shiro, they each pop the caps off and clank their bottles together in a ritualistic fashion before they silent down the bottles, "Show the apology through action eh?" He questions rhetorically, "I have to admit, you are doing pretty damn good on getting back in my favor."

Shiro lets out a small smile, "So can we please stop this? Everyone wants me back, i want back, and we both know this is not over."

Maro sighs, letting his face fall into his hands, the tips of his fingers touching, while his forefinger and thumb are in an L shape, his thumbs along the bridge of his nose and his head resting against his hands. After a few moments he looks up and quietly tells his friend, "I don't know. I really have no idea. What you did meritted all of my actions. And now that i am leader...I have to take care of everyone, i am in charge, i can't just let you back based on emotions, i have to worry about our future."

Snarling in disgust Shiro slams his bottle down onto the table with enough force to send spiderweb cracks through it, "Shut the fuck up, and stop acting like i did this to you." He says, "Then stop acting like this has changed you. Stop talking so idiotically. You are not the Maro we all knew, and not the one who had to become the leader. Worrying about the future? Fretting pointlessly over the past? Snap out of this shit."

"Who the hell are you to yell at me. I am not the traitor! I am not the one who abandoned us, I am not the one who made this all happen..." Maro yells back in rage, standing up and slamming his hands on the desk, then two tears roll down his eyes quietly as he slinks back into the chair, "I'm just the one who cost Sosun his life."

" 'Forget the past it can't be changed, don't worry about the future until it comes, don't try and find or question god unless you are ready to meet him, that is my creed, that is my life' What happened to that? What happened to who i knew. You were not this affected at the funeral, why the sudden shell shock?" Shiro says to him cruelly, "Also don't think you can fool me, i know you have been drinking. And seriously. Not just the have a few at parties like you have done for years."

"So what, who cares what i do with my life, its mine to use! I shouldn't even have it!" Maro exclaims, then buries his face in his hands, "God, you want to know what happened, i saw him leave as the funeral ended, i saw his ghost, i saw him go. And it clicked two days later. I killed my father."

"Shut the hell up. Do you honestly think i am not hurt, he was mine too, and Kanna is just as hurt, we are all in the same boat. Not to mention he was actually Kanna's uncle, do you know how bad it hurt Kanna to find family and have it torn away in minutes? You are not the only one in pain. So suck it up," Shiro all but shouts at Maro, pulling a small folder out of his bookbag and slamming it down on the desk.

"What is that?" Maro grumbles almost inaudibly, as he opens another bottle of rootbeer and begins drinking it.

"Sosun's medical report." Shiro says with a small, sad, sigh, "He was gonna die either way. He had cancer. Terminal."

Maro casually meets eyes with Shiro, "So he knew he was going to die?"

"Yes. So he gave his life to you. Sent me this info, told me to choose you, because you are the only one who could lead this group of rag-tag mishaps."

"What can i do besides get us killed?"

"Maro just listen to yourself, who led us in that battle, who fought on terms with our enemy before he even found his magic, who convinced us all to freak out the girls in their sleep over?" Shiro questions insistently, then his face softens, "Who has always been able to make me smile even when i was not supposed to feel, who has been my friend when i was supposed to be alone?"

"Damn it Shiro, I can't do this, I can't, you would be better, or Kanna. Everyone of this little group originally was his friend and not ours,"

"Maro, listen to yourself. You already have assimilated to this position perfectly, are planning perfectly, and acting as the boss in every way," Shiro says, then looks around noting a few aesthetic changes, especially the portrait of Sosun, "Although some of those ways are taking a bit too much from those movies you watch."

"Hey, this place is awesome looking," Maro says, a jovial smile on his face, as he stands up and stretches, walking over to Shiro with a smile. Then he finish his bottle and throws it into the trash can and laughs, "Thanks, I needed that, i guess i have been being an idiot haven't i?"

The younger child laughs and just answers, "What else is new?"

Maro playfully punches him, "Be careful or you are out of her again,"

Shiro's eyes light up, as he smiles, and the boys high five and lock hands, "You know, i was not lying Boss, you are the only one who could do this."

"Boss? I could get use to that, I need to make that a mandated title for me." He says to Shiro, as both boys crack a smile, then all that is heard from the room is pure, unadulterated laughter and joy. Something the room had lost in weeks past, but had found again.